I slouched in my armchair, still quite strained about the loss of my one and a half marks and the friendship of an immensely sterling friend. Every time my brother would see my nerve-racked, he would drag me to a burger parlor to make me feel mentally convalescent, but he wasn’t home that day. ‘I hope he is back soon’, my mind chanted. It didn’t take more than a few minutes for my wish to be granted. My brother saw me, smiled and asked, “What now?” As always, I acted reluctant, because I few I could...
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